The End of Humanity
A poem
A poem
the bombs don’t stop raining down
on our home
rubble and ashes where my children
used to play
i grab what won’t burn
a few clothes some water
and we run
leaving memories behind
smoke chokes the air we breathe
in the devastation
of our lives
my youngest asks why
there is no explanation
that soothes her fear
we shuffle forward
a river of refugees leaving everything
in hopes of finding
someplace safe
somewhere the bombs cannot
obliterate
our humanity
